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H. W. L.
The wave goes down, the wind goes down, / The gray tide glitters on the sea, / The moon seems praying in the sky. / Gates of the New Jerusalem / (A perfect pearl each gate of them) / Wide as all heaven swing on high; / Whose shall the welcome be?
The wave went down, the wind went down, / The tide of life turned out to sea; / Patience of pain and grace of deed, / The glories of the heart and brain, / Treasure that shall not come again; / The human singing that we need, / Set to a heavenly key.
The wave goes down, the wind goes down, / All tides at last turn to the sea. / We learn to take the thing we have. / Thou who hast taught us strength in grief, / As moon to shadow, high and chief, / Shine out, white soul, beyond the grave, / And light our loss of thee!